Reckless and Wild: A Small Town Romantic Suspense (Port James Series Book 1)

by Alyssa Coolen

  Because we were a team.

  A slightly dysfunctional, somewhat brazen, definitely complicated team. But a team nonetheless.

  “Well,” he finally said and shifted his gaze to Nicole. “I think you have your answer, Nic. And as much as it saddens me, I think I have mine, too.”

  “Fuck you, Logan.” was her only response, and then she was gone.

  We watched her weave through the crowd until she disappeared completely, blending in with the all of the nameless faces that surrounded us.

  “Let’s get out of here,” Logan said and curled a hand around my elbow, walking us back toward the direction we came.

  It was a bit of a walk to the parking garage and the wind was harsh. Logan’s strides were purposeful but it was obvious that he was in pain because his jaw was clenched and he had a determined look on his face.

  I kept my head down as I walked with him, lost in thought. I felt bad for Nicole and I hated the thought of her going back home to Conlon. What if he hurt her again? What if next time it happened she didn’t get away? My mind was racing. I couldn’t relate because I’d never been with someone abusive before, but I could imagine the fear that followed her everywhere she went. I hoped she would change her mind and call Logan. I hoped she’d take him up on his offer to get her out of Boston and back to Florida. But I had a sinking feeling that we wouldn’t be hearing from her for a while, if at all.

  When we got to the garage, we made our way to the second floor. It was abandoned and quiet, almost eerily so. I was two or three steps ahead of Logan when he came up behind me and turned me in his arms, pressing me back against the side of his car while his arms caged me in on either side. I looked up at him, startled, and then gasped when I felt the hard length of his cock against my leg.

  “Logan!” I hissed, my eyes darting around, trying to see if anyone was there, watching us.

  “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he responded, his voice low and dangerous. He leaned down, nudging his forehead against my cheek so I’d turn my head, and then his lips were covering the pulsepoint in my throat. His teeth nipped sharply and I involuntarily arched against him as his tongue soothed the sting of his bite. “You’re so hot when you lose your temper.”

  “We’re in public,” I tried again, my voice strangled.

  Logan didn’t respond and instead pressed himself harder against me, licking and kissing my neck in a way that had me squeezing my eyes shut as heat pooled between my legs. His hands slid down my sides to my hips as he finally lifted his head, his chocolate gaze dark.

  “I want you. Right here right now.”

  Right now? We’re in a parking garage! My breath was choppy as I looked up at him, the rational part of my brain telling me this was a stupid, reckless idea. He wanted to have sex in a parking garage when anyone could show up at any given moment and see us.

  But that was the rational part of my brain.

  The irrational part, the part that was probably connected to my vagina, had other plans. There was something inherently hot about fucking in a public place, not that I’d ever done it. But I’d thought about it. The risk of getting caught, of having to stay quiet. It was risky and sexy and I wanted it.

  “But people-”

  “Now, Juliette,” Logan said, his voice husky. “I want to feel you come on my cock right now.”

  I gave a small moan and pressed myself harder against him, my arms wrapping around his waist as I leaned up, my lips pressing against his in a hard, fuck-me-now, kiss. Logan pressed one hand against the back of my head, holding me there as his tongue delved into my mouth. The kiss was dirty, rough, and left me aching for more.

  A small beeping noise let me know that he’d unlocked the car and as I swept my tongue along the curve of his jaw, Logan opened the door to the back seat and shoved me inside. He quickly followed behind me and I welcomed the weight and warmth of him as he covered me, fingers already tugging down the zipper of my jacket.

  I bumped my head against the opposite door and snorted, making him laugh as he tugged my jacket down my shoulders. When he leaned up and hit the top of his head on the roof, I laughed even harder, sitting up and tugging at his belt until I was pulling it through his belt loops and throwing it in the front seat. It seemed that, in theory, car sex was great. In reality, however, it was a fucking disaster and I was loving every second if it.

  We quickly, and clumsily, switched positions after he’d slid my leggings down and off, my boots somewhere on the floor, completely forgotten. Logan was now sitting with me on his lap, my legs spread on either side of his hips as I tangled my fingers in his hair and yanked his mouth back to mine.

  “Fuck,” he growled as I ground my hips down against him. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

  Oh, but I did, because if it was anything like what he was doing to me, then we were about to die a euphoric death filled with passionate kisses and soul shattering orgasms.

  Logan’s hands skimmed up my ribs, pulling my sweater up. Goose flesh appeared on my skin, the air cold as I arched into his touch, throwing my head back with a moan when his greedy mouth latched onto my lace bra, lips sucking and licking at my nipple.

  “Logan,” I moaned, my hands holding him against me.

  “I fucking love the way you say my name. But you can be a little louder than that, don’t you think?” he whispered, his hot breath fanning over my skin.

  I shivered in his lap, acutely aware of the fact that I was close to naked while he was still fully clothed. There was something intimate and raw about the fact that I was writhing on top of him like I was in heat while he completely controlled my body.

  He looked down, a smirk lighting up his face as he fingered the soft material of the white thong I wore. Bottom lip tucked between his teeth, he hooked a finger in the waistband and held it away from my body before letting it snap back against my sensitive skin. The low chuckle he gave when I jerked against the sting made my core clench.

  “You’re so responsive,” he breathed. “I love it.”

  Logan’s hair was soft as I ran my fingers through it and his body was hard underneath me. I could feel his erection straining against his jeans and I wiggled in his lap, moaning when he pushed his hips up.

  “Now,” I gasped. “Logan, please.”

  He smirked before pulling the cups of my bra down, my breasts pushed up and on display. When his thumbs brushed over my nipples I arched into his touch, my mouth falling open. The lightest touch or look from Logan had me aching, wanting him more than I wanted to take my next breath. It was wild and terrifying and gratifying all at once.

  “Perfect,” he groaned and lashed his tongue against one sensitive peak. “You’re fucking perfect.”

  I wanted to shake my head, I wanted to tell him that I wasn’t perfect. I was far from it, but the only sound that came out of my mouth was a whimper.

  Logan slid one hand between us and his knuckles brushed against my center. I stiffened and he looked at me through his lashes before doing it again. It was torture, not nearly enough to get me off and he knew it. He was teasing me, seeing how far he could push me and I was completely lost to him. As he repeated the motion again and again my hips began to undulate, my nails biting into his shoulders through the material of the shirt he wore.

  When he stopped, I nearly cried out. This was too much. My skin was sensitive and I was hyper aware of every part of us that touched. I let out a happy sigh when I heard the telltale pop and hiss of his zipper as he made quick work of shoving his jeans down his hips.

  “Pull your panties to the side, baby. Let me see that pretty pussy.”

  If I wasn’t so far gone maybe I would have denied him. Or blushed. Hell, I probably would have done both. But I was aching for release and if I didn’t have Logan inside me within the next thirty seconds I was going to combust. So I hooked my fingers in my underwear and pulled them to the side, exposing myself to his hungry eyes.

  “That’s my girl,” he nearly growled
, and the pure, feminine satisfaction that flew through me was empowering.

  My eyes were fixated on his long fingers as he tore open a condom wrapper and quickly rolled it onto his length, pumping himself twice.

  I lifted myself a little bit and he leaned back, his hands gripping my hips roughly as he lined himself up. He pulled my hips down at the same time he thrust up and a scream tore past my lips as he sheathed himself inside me.

  “Logan,” I whispered shakily and tried to lift myself up, needing release.

  His fingers dug into my hips so hard it hurt and he pressed his forehead against my chest, groaning. “Fucking ride me.”

  We could have sat there for a minute or a day, I had no clue. But he pushed my limits, filled me to the brim and then some. His greedy hands slid around and cupped my butt, massaging and gripping me in a way that was both tender and possessive all at once.

  Logan tilted his head up and caught my lips in a searing kiss as he guided my hips back and forth, swallowing my moans and gasps. When his teeth sunk into my bottom lip I gave a little bounce, loving the low groan that he gave me. I did it again, spurred on by the sounds he was making, rocking against him as I breathed out sighs of pleasure. Logan leaned back and looked at me with a heavy lidded gaze, his lips parting as I rode him.

  When his thumb rubbed my clit in slow, torturous circles I cried out, slamming one hand up against the roof of the car, riding him harder. Faster. Chasing my orgasm like I’d die if I didn’t get it.

  “Come for me,” Logan commanded through gritted teeth, his hips thrusting up. “Now, fuck, now. Come, Juliette.”

  I was shaking on top of him and all it took was one more sharp thrust deep to my core and I was coming around him, on him, chanting his name over and over again. He followed soon after with a growl, eyes squeezed shut and and my name falling from his lips.

  I collapsed against his chest, sweating and shaking. The windows were fogged and the air was thick as Logan slid his hands up my bare back and adjusted my sweater, pulling it down for me. The gesture was sweet and I found myself smiling against his chest, biting back surprised laughter as my sex fogged brain registered the fact that I’d just had sex in a parking garage. Someone could have seen us, or heard us, and I should have been mortified. But I wasn’t. I was just… content. Happy.

  It was terrifying.

  The way I felt for Logan was terrifying.

  “My grandmother would have liked you,” I finally whispered, my voice hoarse.

  “That’s a weird fuckin’ thing to say after sex.”

  I laughed and moved a little, feeling him twitch inside me. A gasp escaped my mouth and the smirk on Logan’s face was one of pure male satisfaction.

  “I know that was weird, I’m sorry. Pillow talk, or… backseat talk, isn’t my strong suit. But I’ve been thinking about her a lot lately and she would have liked you.”

  I rolled to the side and adjusted my clothes while Logan did the same, struggling to put my leggings on in the cramped seat of the car. How we’d managed to have sex in a car, I had no idea.

  He leaned back, his fingers deftly buttoning and zipping his jeans back up. “Were you guys close?”

  “She raised me.”

  He froze, cocking his head to the side and staring at me. “You never told me that.”

  “You never asked.”

  “What happened to your parents?”

  I shrugged my shoulders, picking at a piece of invisible lint on my leggings. “My parents were addicts. I haven’t seen either of them in almost twenty years, I don’t even know if they’re alive. But Gran? She was the best parent in the world. She was my best friend.”

  “She died?”

  “Yeah, about three years ago. Cancer. It sucked, you know? But she fought it for as long as she could. She was the strongest person I knew.”

  Logan sat back and stared off into space, a thoughtful look on his face. He tucked his bottom lip between his teeth and then gave a curt nod. “That explains it then.”

  My eyebrows rose. “Explains what?”

  “Why you are the way you are. Resilient. Bossy. Strong women make strong women.”

  My heart beat just a little faster at his compliment. I liked to think I was strong, but to hear it from someone else, someone that was dealing with their own personal struggles, meant so much to me. More than words.

  “Speaking of which,” he said and tapped me on the nose. “Seeing you step up to Nicole like that was pretty sexy.”

  I laughed and shook my head. “Well, yeah, that’s why you attacked me the second we got to the car.”

  “No, I would have attacked you no matter what. But seeing you like that…” Logan trailed off with a whistle. “You’re a siren, babe.”

  I laughed again and shook my head, his words really getting to me. I felt powerful and sexy, sated after such an intense orgasm and even more relaxed because of our conversation afterwards.

  The tide with Logan was changing. Getting higher. Maybe I was drowning in him or downing in my newfound love of adventure, but one way or another the water rising. Fast.

  Chapter 13

  “So, do you like to eat raw cookie dough? Because I do and Knox always tells me I’m going to get salmonella.”

  I was sitting on a stool in the kitchen of Abby and Knox’s adorable home while she rifled through the fridge and pulled out two packages of raw cookie dough. She was clad in a sweatshirt that I assumed belonged to her boyfriend because it was way too big, and a pair of leggings. She was effortlessly adorable and I could see right off the bat that she probably possessed the same charm as her older brother.

  I had to admit that a part of me was nervous to accept Abby’s offer to hang out. It wasn’t that I didn’t like her because, truthfully, I had a feeling that she would be a great friend. But whatever was going on between me and Logan was still new, and I didn’t want him to think that I was invading his personal space by hanging out his his baby sister. I didn’t want him to think I was trying to wedge my way into his family because all of this was just as new to me as it was to him.

  Logan and I were falling into a rhythm. I’d go to work, come home, bring the dogs for a walk and then spend the night at his place. He made dinner and we washed the dishes together after, then we’d sit down and watch a movie or he suffered through a special on Animal Planet just because he knew I liked it. But the night always ended with us naked in bed, or the shower. The floor. We even had sex on the stairs- I had the bruises on my back to prove it. He was attentive and intense and so beautifully overwhelming. It seemed as though after I’d opened up about Gran, Logan started opening up too. He finally told me a little more about his family. His mother’s drinking problem and his father’s virtual absence. We were connecting on a deeper, more intimate level.

  “I mean, have you even lived until you’ve eaten raw cookie dough? I think not,” I responded and took a sip of my water.

  “Thank you!” Abby tore open the package and started cutting the raw batter into small pieces.

  I laughed and took a small piece as she slid the plate across the granite counter, popping it into my mouth. There really was something truly heavenly about it, I couldn’t explain it.

  She sat down on the stool across from me, legs tucked underneath her. She chewed thoughtfully and then turned to me, a sheepish look on her face. “So, I have to admit there’s an ulterior motive to me inviting you over today. I think you’re great, of course, but there’s something I’m curious about.”

  My brain immediately went into overdrive. Was she going to ask me about Logan? Was she going to ask me about my intentions with him? Was she going to threaten to beat me up if I hurt her brother? Not that I’d ever intentionally hurt Logan, but still. Oh, God, she wouldn’t ask if I slept with him, right? Maybe she’d already assumed I had.

  “Okay…”

  Abby cleared her throat and I was preparing myself for the worst kind of third degree when she said “Knox and I are thinking about adopting a dog.”<
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  My breath whooshed out and I gave a sigh of relief, more than happy to talk about a possible adoption at Arden. No attention or focus on the subject of mine and Logan’s relation/friendship.

  “Oh! Well, that’s great. Really, there are so many incredible dogs that need loving homes. Arden is actually overpopulated right now.”

  Her eyebrows rose. “Really? And you run things there? The adoption process and stuff.”

  “Yeah. You and Knox can fill out an application and I’ll go over it with my coworkers. I’d have to come out and do a house check, but just by looking around now it seems that this is an appropriate place to raise a dog.”

  Abby clapped her hands together, her excitement evident. “Yay! This is so exciting. My parents never let me have a dog when I was kid and Knox’s dad was allergic to them, so he couldn’t have one either. Do you think there’s a certain dog that would fit best with us?”

  Truthfully, if Logan hadn’t already claimed ownership of Mac, I would have recommended him to Abby. She seemed rambunctious and sweet, someone who would be great with any kind of dog. But I didn’t know Knox well enough, so I didn’t know what would be a good fit for the both of them.

  “Hm,” I said and chewed another piece of cookie dough while I thought about it. “There are a few older dogs at Arden right now. All of them are so sweet, especially this Great Dane, Allistair. He’s just this big wall of love and muscle. Very relaxed.”

  Abby nodded and then grabbed a pen and paper from the center of the kitchen island. She wrote down what I said nearly word for word and then looked up at me, waiting for another option,

  “There’s Mutt,” I said and she raised her eyebrows. Laughing, I continued. “His name’s Mutt because we literally have no idea what kind of breed he is. He’s only two and his owner couldn’t handle his hyperactive behavior, so she dropped him off at Arden and never looked back.”